After a long time of watching and rewatching my favorite series, navigating deep into the episodic art of television making, I’ve finally returned to my first love: Films.

It’s been a while since I’ve felt this way. Over 2 years to be precise. I’m thinking around mid 2020, smack-dab in the middle of lockdown, when I did a whole semester of film curriculum in basically a month and a half.

Goddard, Truffaut, Lang, Wenders, Kurosawa, Ozu, Bergman, Hitchcock, Fellini, Chaplin, Tarkovsky, Buñuel, Kubrick… The list goes in and on, and I’m not even mentioning single movie directors or recent ones.

About 50 movies in under 2 months, including time spent on research to pick the most important ones, and very light post-film analysis and study (I always dive in deeper after the second watch, it’s my system. This way, I can appreciate it even more without having the critics and experts thoughts inside my head. Makes me a sharper, more prepared art enthusiast.)

Fast-forward to the present day, and I’ve watched four movies in three days. Those are great numbers to start this new phase. Although, it won’t be that intensive, planned, nor strictly categorized. More like, the few in need of rewatching (my favorites) and those strays that I’ve missed the first few times I studied a curriculum.

This week and the next are key. If I can watch 10 more movies in the coming 12 days (before Christmas) this study period will be one of the best ones of my life. Just in time to end the year, and finally start with the new book.